November 7, 2021
Psalm 42:7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
The depth of sorrow reaches for the depth of the supernatural. If its only pain then the waters are drowning; but if by chance God intervenes then the waters become something of power, something of deliverance, something to transfer in the flow from the past horrors to future glories. Shallow Christianity never gets there. Knee deep religion can’t satisfy this need for the deep.
Where did Peter find the catch when Jesus directed him on his boat? In the deep. Deep consecration. Deep experiences of the Supernatural. Deep places of the heart and soul that worldliness can never reach, never touch, never contaminate.
The Red Sea was a deep place of trouble, but God used that depth to drown the adversaries. If you are afraid of the depths of faith then shallow comfort won’t eliminate the enemy. He’s not afraid of half-hearted trickles. He doesn’t get spooked by misty tears that go nowhere. A little sprinkle of Pentecost doesn’t intimidate the darkness. But when the rain pours. When the soul is sold out. When the vision is unstoppable. When the flow is religiously unmanageable, the devil can’t handle a Holy Ghost flood. It takes depth to conquer devils. Listen now…